Texty:
Up Front We Are The Enemy

Why do we think the problems that we bring Will heal themselves and fade away Some don't get the picture of what they do, it's in ourselves we are the enemy

mornin' Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on in Cause we get it on until the break of dawn an Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin Cause we

, lame in the game Came right back (Back) With no hesitation Put up yo money, honey, what ever ya got we won't lose Put up or shut up Get slapped in front

be concerned, burn is what my enemies do, just like weed 223 reasons to bleed, yes indeed, im a ghetto boy, thats right everybody knows im a G, im what you niggas are

high rollers was living, until the task force came A lot of ghost-towns and memories, bad-blooded enemies So many die with the same gangster pride that entered me These are

got no hair on my tongues 'Cause where I'm from, we don't only talk the talk We walk the walk, B-X, baby, New York, New York Never jump up in-a mi face

We just really trying to draw the line Open up our eyes, before we get left behind Let me tell you something about hard times Before we used to walk, before we

I'm calm, spit, heat like a fucking dragon Bagging you up, tagging you toe, zipping you up Clipping you up, mic cord tripping you up You're in the dark

[B-Real] I traveled many miles above the dark road ahead of me Obstacles in front of me but I kept movin' steadily Enemies wanted to face off, grip the